Hello, its me Magyka. I decided to start a new story. One which didn't have OC's stumbling into Narnia. Tell me how you like it!

CHAPTER 1: ALONE AND PALELY LOITERING.

I am Arrianna Rutherdale and am, the bethrothed of High King Peter, the Magnificent. I rather think that High Queen Arriana the Magnificent is a title I would like very, very much.

Though at this moment I did not feel very Magnificent. I felt disheartened, ugly and let down. High King Peter had disappeared with his royal siblings the previous day, following a White Stag. I would not marry him.

The Faun Tumnus blathered on, condoling me. My father, Lord Rutherdale, was beside himself.

"This is treason, my good Faun! The High King promised to take my daughter's hand."

The tirade went on. I stood up, feeling detached. Everyone went silent. I looked the perfect picture of misery, a broken hearted fiancee.

Ha! What did they know. I would find High King Peter, Magnificent or not and he would have hell to pay!

I prepared my horse. Then I went to my mother, who was sobbing quietly. I felt irritated at her constant sniffing.

" My child, my lovely child." My mother stood up, however she swooned and then fainted. I rolled my eyes. Theatrics!

" I'll be back. I fancy a ride to clear my mind." I told the women –in-waiting and walked out, eyes lowered so thaat I dint have to meet their pity filled faces.

I did not need pity. King Peter would pay!

I rode into the Western Woods, King Edmund's lands, for he was Count of the Western March. I had never seen him. Nor had I seen Queen Susan and Queen Lucy. I had only exchanged a few scarce words with the High King when he had come to ask my hand.

Thoughts of the High King made me indignant again. My horse stopped suddenly. "Oh, Callisto, a little further." I coaxed.

But he would not move.

I went forward on foot. Suddenly an apparition in white appeared in front of me.

"Princess, I know whom you seek. And I could give him to you." It said in a silky voice, soft and seductive. Its beautiful face was a sight to behold.

I scowled. I would not accept help from this…this spectre so that she could brge in exactly when I would demand an explanation from the High King. Oh, I knew what all the ladieshad in mind, when they viewed him. All breathless and faint, silly headless chickens! I waved her off and moved on.

I walked on. There was a lamp burning in front of me, high up on pole.

"Oh, Lamp, thou dost burn well, a beacon of light, a symbol of hope from Aslan Himself…" I started a noble rant, much inspired by the lamp, when I tripped over a loose rock nd hit my head against the pole.

"Oh" I said. And knew no more.

When I woke, I waas lying in a damp street with rain pouring all around me. The street had cobbled stones and millions of lamps on poles shone brightly.

I sat up. Right in front of me was a building s huge as my Castle back home, and it read:

ST MICHAEL'S CATHEDRAL, LONDON.

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